‘I want to spend a passionate night in the gardens with Arbaaz Mir. I want to make love to him under the stars, amid the scent of jasmine perfuming the air, and admire his strong, muscular body dusted softly by the starlight. I want to gaze into those deep, dark eyes and listen to him whisper of his love for me in that beautiful voice of his. I want to be overwhelmed by him, body and soul.’